The Camera Fiend is abroad in the land;
Her tripod beareth she;
And she lureth us all with a beckoning hand
Toward the blue and shining sea.
’Tis little we reck of the fate that impends
As we follow her hurrying feet,
Till she catches the crowd with a kodak snap,
And the photograph is complete.
“Of course,” said Hester, after they had laughed at Betty’s effort, “I can’t be in the picture, because I’ll have to take it, you know.”